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The Night I Will Never Forgot
Posted:01/17/2007
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It was 30th October 2006 a day before Halloween. It was 8pm; I had just finished work and I decided I wanted to meet my mates at Newcastle, and to go for a couple of drinks. It was more like a success drink from our show being a hit.
I met up with them and we ended up at the west end of Newcastle. Until that night I never know about the west end. I just followed my mates into this club they were all calling “The Fire.” We all had one drink and then the others left, while I stayed with my mate Victoria as she lived in the west end not far from the club.
After our next drink, she said to me “Cate, I’ll be two minutes. I am away to shop to get some tabs.” I was sitting with other people I didn’t know, but Victoria had been talking to them so I said, “okay I will wait her for you.”
She hadn’t been away very long and this lad came over to me and tried it on so I pushed him away as I wasn’t interested. He looked old enough to be my father. He tried it once again and I was saying no and got a bit scared, so I got up and ran out of the club thinking I would see Victoria! Well this man ran out after me and I couldn’t see Victoria anywhere. He got a hold of me and dragged me down a back lane. No one was in site and I was so scared.
He covered my mouth and got on top of me. I could barely move and the more I struggled, the more force he put on me. As he raped me, he kept trying to force his tongue in my mouth. I kept moving my head away as he violated me against my will.
Details get a little blurry and painful here. I remember hoping for Victoria or anyone to come and rescue me. This asshole continued to hurt me and saying that if I didn’t do what he said, he would fucking kill me. At the time, I honestly did not think that I would get away alive.
He really seemed to be enjoying himself and I just wanted for him to stop and leave me alone. I pleaded him to let me go. Of course he didn’t.
Ages and ages past and the stuff he did got worse. I would do anything he asked to just let me go and not for him to kill me, coz that’s all he kept saying, I lay there for what seemed like hours and hours then I heard my name being shouted I must of flinched or something coz he looked around and got off me. I didn’t move and he ran away.
I was so scared that he would come back. His words ringing in my ears that if I told anyone what happened, he would fucking kill me and get me again. I stood up and started to realize my pain. My legs were in severe pain. My dress was ripped, I just wanted to find someone I knew and then I wondered back to the main street and Victoria shouted my name.
She found me!
I was so pleased it was her, but I didn’t tell her what happened. I felt so dirty; all I wanted to do was wash myself. All I could smell was him! The next day was Halloween I was going to work with my niece and two cousins to the Halloween party, in my brain I had it all sorted that I would tell my manager that night.
The place was full of people. I remember looking at Dawn and she smiled. She seemed to be having a good time and being well busy, so I put it off telling her that night.
After that, everywhere I went, I was scared of every little noise and I just couldn’t bare the thought of telling anyone. I felt it was my fault. If only I listened to my parents. If only I stayed at home that night. This was all that went through my head for days and days.
Looking back, I don’t know how I kept it to myself: I think fear… I was at work that Saturday and all that was going though my mind was how much I needed to share this but I couldn’t think who with, so I texted my manager. Still, I couldn’t tell her -- I was still too scared of him coming to get me again. As we texted, she must have sensed something was wrong. She asked if I was okay.
Just knowing that she cared and the thought of getting this off my chest, was enough to let the flood gates open.
I texted her everything. I waited a bit, but no reply, so I just got on at work in a daze. It was hard for me. I wondered why she didn’t respond to me. I just wanted to get a text from her.
The work phone rang. I answered it as everyone else was busy and it was Dawn. Within seconds, I started to cry. Just talking to her, helped me, but she desperately wanted me to ring the police. I wouldn’t let her. I wasn’t ready for that.
After I hung up, I felt scared but a little better. When she came to work Sunday, I just wanted her to keep me safe. She was really understanding and it helped a lot to feel as though someone understood my situation. Just hearing that it wasn’t my fault and that everything was going to be ok, was about the best thing for me to hear at the time. She rang a rape counseling place, but it was closed on Sunday. So on the Monday, she sorted it all out for me and it was horrible going for the checks, and the hospital was in Newcastle west end. But it was for the best.
Everyone there understood it was hard and I was so scared. I did feel safe – most importantly that I wasn’t alone. Dawn was my brick. All my mates at work seemed to care, so it got easier for me. Over time, I came to accept that I wasn’t alone and that it wasn’t my fault.
The pain is still there everyday. It just takes time to get back to normal and still then it will always be with me. Dawn and my mates at work were so great for me. Without them, I would still be holding all of this pain inside of me.
I met up with them and we ended up at the west end of Newcastle. Until that night I never know about the west end. I just followed my mates into this club they were all calling “The Fire.” We all had one drink and then the others left, while I stayed with my mate Victoria as she lived in the west end not far from the club.
After our next drink, she said to me “Cate, I’ll be two minutes. I am away to shop to get some tabs.” I was sitting with other people I didn’t know, but Victoria had been talking to them so I said, “okay I will wait her for you.”
She hadn’t been away very long and this lad came over to me and tried it on so I pushed him away as I wasn’t interested. He looked old enough to be my father. He tried it once again and I was saying no and got a bit scared, so I got up and ran out of the club thinking I would see Victoria! Well this man ran out after me and I couldn’t see Victoria anywhere. He got a hold of me and dragged me down a back lane. No one was in site and I was so scared.
He covered my mouth and got on top of me. I could barely move and the more I struggled, the more force he put on me. As he raped me, he kept trying to force his tongue in my mouth. I kept moving my head away as he violated me against my will.
Details get a little blurry and painful here. I remember hoping for Victoria or anyone to come and rescue me. This asshole continued to hurt me and saying that if I didn’t do what he said, he would fucking kill me. At the time, I honestly did not think that I would get away alive.
He really seemed to be enjoying himself and I just wanted for him to stop and leave me alone. I pleaded him to let me go. Of course he didn’t.
Ages and ages past and the stuff he did got worse. I would do anything he asked to just let me go and not for him to kill me, coz that’s all he kept saying, I lay there for what seemed like hours and hours then I heard my name being shouted I must of flinched or something coz he looked around and got off me. I didn’t move and he ran away.
I was so scared that he would come back. His words ringing in my ears that if I told anyone what happened, he would fucking kill me and get me again. I stood up and started to realize my pain. My legs were in severe pain. My dress was ripped, I just wanted to find someone I knew and then I wondered back to the main street and Victoria shouted my name.
She found me!
I was so pleased it was her, but I didn’t tell her what happened. I felt so dirty; all I wanted to do was wash myself. All I could smell was him! The next day was Halloween I was going to work with my niece and two cousins to the Halloween party, in my brain I had it all sorted that I would tell my manager that night.
The place was full of people. I remember looking at Dawn and she smiled. She seemed to be having a good time and being well busy, so I put it off telling her that night.
After that, everywhere I went, I was scared of every little noise and I just couldn’t bare the thought of telling anyone. I felt it was my fault. If only I listened to my parents. If only I stayed at home that night. This was all that went through my head for days and days.
Looking back, I don’t know how I kept it to myself: I think fear… I was at work that Saturday and all that was going though my mind was how much I needed to share this but I couldn’t think who with, so I texted my manager. Still, I couldn’t tell her -- I was still too scared of him coming to get me again. As we texted, she must have sensed something was wrong. She asked if I was okay.
Just knowing that she cared and the thought of getting this off my chest, was enough to let the flood gates open.
I texted her everything. I waited a bit, but no reply, so I just got on at work in a daze. It was hard for me. I wondered why she didn’t respond to me. I just wanted to get a text from her.
The work phone rang. I answered it as everyone else was busy and it was Dawn. Within seconds, I started to cry. Just talking to her, helped me, but she desperately wanted me to ring the police. I wouldn’t let her. I wasn’t ready for that.
After I hung up, I felt scared but a little better. When she came to work Sunday, I just wanted her to keep me safe. She was really understanding and it helped a lot to feel as though someone understood my situation. Just hearing that it wasn’t my fault and that everything was going to be ok, was about the best thing for me to hear at the time. She rang a rape counseling place, but it was closed on Sunday. So on the Monday, she sorted it all out for me and it was horrible going for the checks, and the hospital was in Newcastle west end. But it was for the best.
Everyone there understood it was hard and I was so scared. I did feel safe – most importantly that I wasn’t alone. Dawn was my brick. All my mates at work seemed to care, so it got easier for me. Over time, I came to accept that I wasn’t alone and that it wasn’t my fault.
The pain is still there everyday. It just takes time to get back to normal and still then it will always be with me. Dawn and my mates at work were so great for me. Without them, I would still be holding all of this pain inside of me.
- Newcastle University
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Comments
I'm not 100% sure....BUT I believe in most jurisdictions, rape and murder have no statute of limitation....Problem is little if any evidence may still exist. GOODLUCK, I hope it all works out for you.
ADM: Wow what anger....Now direct that at the fucker who raped you....Direct it at the assholes who deny it happened and make them listen. One, cops cannot dictate the report they take, they are required to write it up as received...If they refuse to take your report got to your DA or the Dept of Justice. And hospitals cannot refuse treatment of anyone period....You wanna get mad, FINE but get mad at the right people!!!!!!!!!!! AND when the law fails...There is always vigilante justice
JP, you and I may not know each other. However, I do understand your pain and the pain of this woman on the site. I am a man and I was also sexually assaulted when I was in Middle School by a group of High School young men. Try and understand that everyone is not as strong as you could be. I hid it for years and even lied to myself to make it seem that it wasn't that bad. But, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about what happened to me and what i could've prevented from happening to others by speaking up. BUT the reality is that it is a painful and scary thing to have to relive the events that have caused us such unbearable pain. I am finally starting to heal. My first step, I told my wife what happened to me and I told a fraternity brother. Then, I have spoken with a counselor. Now, I plan to see if charges can be brought against these fools since this was simply 8 years ago when I was 12. All I'm saying is that it's not easy when you are the victim. You are brave JP but don't kick someone who's already down because they didn't have the strength and courage that you had.
you're right, it's so simple. like when i went to the hospital, bruised, bleeding, and crying histerically at 4 in the morning, and the cop told me I wasn't raped, I was "taken advantage of", not raped, and after 6 hours in the ER, i saw zero doctors and was told to go home...or my friend, who's rapist was protected by the local cops because as a football player, he was just to cool to break the law, even though charges had been brought twice before. with treatment like this, wow, how can people not go flocking there. try being a woman in the world, you dumb shit.
Did you ever go to the police? If not, having been a victim myself....It is your fault, and every victim of this guy after you is your fault....SIMPLE TRUTH I'm sick of the snivelling little whiners who cry about how hard it is to go to the police and report these crimes.....I am a man I was drugged and raped by four men while serving in the Corps.....Imagine my embarrassment and the pain I felt....BUT I DID NOT WANT ANYONE ELSE TO SUFFER BECAUSE OF MY INACTION!